Chapter 16
Medda smiled at me, "Vell, take off your clothes," she said clasping her hands.
I looked up; my eyebrows raised high, "What?" I asked, hoping I misheard her.
She laughed and put her dainty hand on my lower back and pushed me into the dressing room, "Take off your clothes and pick a dress," she said, "I'm going to have to help you put it on."
I nodded and shut the door behind me. I looked around the room the room before taking Spot's clothes off and folding the next to me on the vanity. I looked at all the dresses that surrounded me. I spotted an orange dress. I looked pretty flaunty and tacky, but then again, what do I know about fashion?
I slide it over my legs and put my arms in the sleeves. I blushed at how high the dress was cut. I was a few inches about my knees.
I had to hold the front of the corseted dress to keep it from falling. I opened the door to see Medda standing there with a small smile.
"It's, um, I thinks it's too small?" I asked in a shy voice.
She laughed, "Turn around, darling," she ordered. I pulled my brows together as I faced the opposite wall, but then gasped for air as she tightened the dress.
"What," gasp, "are," gasp, "you doing to me?" I waved my hands in front of my face to get more air to my lungs.
She giggled, "It's a corset, dear, or as I say death contraptions," she said with another hard pull.
"Okay, okay I dink dat's good enough," I said turning around.
Medda looked at me with judging eyes, her chin in her hand. "Nope, too, how you say, showy, or tacky. Pick something, uh, elegant! Something fancy. You know, to impress Spot," she said with a smirk.
My mouth hung open at her statement, "Why would I wanna impress Spot? He's gotta date anyways," I finished the sentence half heartedly, looking down at my feet.
"Vell, the more reason to dress to impress!" she said pushing me back into the room.
After about fifty dresses, I was exhausted. Nothing looked good on me. I looked around the room one more time before spotting a dress in the way back. It was navy blue, a corset around the waist and went down to floor. It had long sleeves and had a u-cut front.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. One more dress that wouldn't work, but I put it on anyways.
I opened the door, my back faced Medda. She said nothing as she pulled on the string, constricting my waist, but not enough to mar my breathing.
Once she was done she turned me around and covered her mouth, her eyes looking me up and down, "That's the one," Medda said as she put her hands on my shoulders, "Finally ve find one pretty enough for your looks."
I rolled my eyes as I walked out of the room, "Well, now Whadda we do?" I said crossing my arms, leaning against the wall.
She smiled widely, "Hair and makeup, my dear," she said.
My eyes opened to the size of tangerines. I never had my hair or makeup done before, but you know there's a first time for anything, right?
She led me to a room, smaller than the one before, but it had no dresses. It had a large vanity, makeup and hair products covering almost every visible surfaces.
She sat me down on the cushioned stool in front of the mirror.
She grabbed a large hair brush and brought it down on my hair. It immediately hit a knot; to which Medda harshly rip through. I gasped in pain, my hands going up to my head to sooth the pain.
After she was done fixing my hair, she put curlers in it, though I told her that my hair was naturally curly, she simply insisted.
While my hair was curling, Medda picked up some makeup, "Vould like to go vith a more natural look, or a gaudy look?" she asked.
"Uh, natural?" I decided, unsure of what Medda meant exactly.
She put a light amount of rouge on my face, red lipstick on my pouty lips, and a light amount of eyeliner and mascara.
Medda stood in front of me, so I had no idea what I looked like. She pulled my hair out of the curlers, I felt hot locks of hair fall on my shoulders and face.
Once she was done, she moved back to examine her work. She gasped, her eyes widened, and her hands over her opened mouth," You look beautiful!"
I rolled my eyes, "Lemme see," I said standing up. Medda moved out of the way and I was able to see my reflection. My mouth went ajar, and smile spread across my face.
Medda was right. I was beautiful!
And no one would be able to ignore me.
End of chapter!
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